I started composting three years ago (or was it two?). I only saved my compostable scraps in the summer, when I could take a full bucket from under my sink and move it to the garden. It’s silly, I know, but I felt a sense of guilt throughout the winter as I tossed food scraps into the trash which were worthy of compost.
Last Fall, I bought a large trash bin and kept it on my patio. This alone was a huge risk as I often get yelled at by our Condo Association. I swear that they creep around my place at night, looking for violations. Technically, we’re only allowed to keep a grill and patio furniture on our patios. No summer towels, no bikes, no shoes. You get the idea. They have already threatened me TWICE with putting a lien on my mortgage for other infractions I may or may not have committed. Imagine what would happen if they found a trash can filled with compost on my patio?! I hid it well, behind the grill and shoved in a corner.
Last Thursday, I finished grading a mess of papers – my last big batch for the semester. It took me four days. My skin was turning gray, my eyes were glassy. I needed to get outside. Initially, I started small by sweeping out my garage but then I needed to keep moving. It seemed like a great day to move my trash/compost over to the garden.
It was crazy heavy but I like a good challenge! Every time I thought it was nearly full, it just started to do its composting job and the bin never actually filled. I took it over to the garden and dumped it in my actual compost bins – the whole slimy mess.
You might not see anything.
I see a summer of possibilities.
I would have started weeding today as I like to get a jump start on stuff like that. “Train ‘em while they are young” and all that jazz. No weeds yet, though. I’m itching to get my seeds and to start them ASAP. I’m hoping to do all of my tomatoes from seed this year. I need to move the tomato cages to a new spot and probably the vertical gates too.
Oh, the planning is my favorite part!
Who am I kidding?! I love every part!